Only a
Grinch could hate spring’s arrival. What’s not to like about warmer days, leaves
unfurling, grass greening, tulips and daffodils bursting into bloom, lilacs
perfuming breezes, and white blossoms exploding on Barbie’s wedding bush. This
plant is really called spirea, but for little girls playing dolls, this shrub
provides bouquets enough for a hundred wedding ceremonies--hence its nickname.
I hope
cascading branches loaded with clusters of tiny white blossoms still trigger
little girls’ imaginations. When I was a seven-year-old, the moment our
neighbor’s huge bush exploded into a frothy, white wall of flowers, I began
constructing bridal clothing for three Barbie dolls and their redheaded friend
Midge.
My mom’s ragbag
wasn’t safe. If we’d had paper towels or napkins back then, I’d have used them
as well. Ones that come in tidy squares would’ve served this wanna-be wedding designer
perfectly to make stunning one-use outfits. Without the availability of handy
paper products, I creatively turned worn out washcloths, tea towels, hankies,
and leftover fabric into long trained gowns and flowing veils. If I could’ve
used mom’s nice fabric remnants, those outfits would’ve dazzled kings and
queens. However, I knew better than to get into her good stuff.
As it was, I
snagged onto any piece of cloth big enough I could use a needle and thread to
turn it into a gathered skirt with my gigantic, looping stitches. Once I
completed my dolls’ dresses, I looked for filmy material to turn into lovely headpieces
and extensions that trailed behind plastic brides and attendants. Sometimes the
best option involved toilet paper. It romantically floated behind the bride as
she walked to meet her groom.
Nowadays,
little girls accustomed to buying couture fashions off the internet for their
Mattel fashion toys would turn their noses up at a bride going down the aisle
in a terry cloth skirt and a TP veil. However, fifty years ago was a simpler
time, and my friends and I thought the ensembles we painstakingly created were
elegant.
The highlight
was the bouquet. In my neighborhood, at least one resident grew a big, old spirea
bush. He or she would permit polite little girls to fill pockets or pulled out
shirt bottoms with miniature nosegays that once ornamented those flowing stems.
I suspect
that one of the reasons May and June originally became popular wedding months
had to do with the availability of beautiful spirea sprays brides could carry
on their march to the altar. Who needs a florist when nature provides so richly?
Once our
Barbie’s wedding attire was completed to our satisfaction, we’d tuck perfectly
sized nosegays into our dolls’ tiny hands to complete the effect. Back in our
bedrooms, we’d create a lovely chapel with a colorful ribbon to guide Barbie
and her groom to the front of our little sanctuary. Along the way, we’d strew
left over flowerets from the tiny bouquets. Each Barbie’s perfectly round
bridal arrangement must have dazzled her handsome groom almost as much as her designer
gown and creative veil did.
Homemade dresses
and seasonal spirea sprays made for many lovely spring weddings. It’s too bad
there was only one Ken and that he had to marry each Barbie in a separate
ceremony. At least his tiny boutonniere matched each of his brides’ perfect bouquets.
No paid florist could have done a better job.
Such a lovely post with so many warm memories! I also remember spending many an afternoon constructing make-shift Barbie houses and clothes. My mom even painstakingly sewed beautiful fashions for my Barbies. One of my friends finally got one of the pre-fab Barbie houses but it never seemed as much fun to play with as our hand-crafted ones. Thanks for taking me back!
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